As soon as Shen Liguang spoke, Zhao Zhi burst out laughing, curious about how he kissed a strange girl: "Li Guang, how on earth did you manage to kiss her? And you weren't slapped?"
"Charm, I guess."
Zhao Zhi, eager to learn, only received these two words with a teasing smile from the other party.
"Tsks." Cen Jiaxiang sized Shen Liguang up and down, then glanced at the little girl.
One is fresh and cute; the other is nearly thirty. Cen Jiaxiang raised his eyebrows: "You could be her uncle, yet still talking about charm."
Shen Liguang glanced at him, smiled, and did not speak.
Fu Ying's side was bustling in the pool hall, with lots of people coming and going, especially youths.
Fu Yan and Jin Can got into a heated bet, and she was completely left out.
The girl, fair and well-behaved, was sitting upright on the couch by the wall, looking demure, gentle, and slowly began to attract attention.
